While living in Chicago in 1890 I was healed in three Christian Science treatments of a felon on the thumb, after a physician had said the first joint would have to be removed. In 1897, having moved to northern Michigan, while going through the woods I fell into an old mine pit and was injured internally. After being under the doctor's care for three weeks I was taken in a baggage coach to a hospital in Chicago. I was operated upon but told I could not survive, as the operation had been performed too late. Upon request I was taken to my sister's home, as I did not want to die in the hospital. That night I told her if I lived until morning to get a Christian Science practitioner. The practitioner came the next day, which was a Friday, and one week from the following Monday I was back in the copper country perfectly well. Even after these wonderful proofs I merely maintained that Christian Science had healed me and could always be used if materia medica failed.
Later I was treated by doctors for gallstones for nearly five years before turning to Christian Science. Then we came to Houghton to live in order to be where there was a Christian Science practitioner. I did not even know that it was possible to be healed without the presence of a practitioner, nor had I seen a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy or read a line of the literature. At this time I was told I had to help work out my own salvation. I bought a copy of Science and Health and had read only a day or so when I knew it contained the truth, whether or not I received the healing of this particular disease. I attended every service and applied the truth as I understood it. From the first treatment the attacks became less frequent and less severe. Before my healing was completed we were without a Christian Science practitioner, and I was forced to learn that the healing did not depend upon the presence of any personality.
In October, 1907, fifteen months after turning to Christian Science for help, I had the severest attack I had ever had. A telegraphic strike was on, and for some reason I could not get a telephone message to the practitioner. A local physician was called and administered morphine. He called in two other local physicians, and after being under their care for three days I was taken to the hospital for an operation. I had been under morphine all this time. Before I was taken in the ambulance to the hospital, to be operated upon the next morning, the Christian Science practitioner arrived, also my husband, who had been out of town. My husband asked the practitioner if she would not do what she could until the next morning, telling her that if I were conscious and knew I could have Christian Science treatment I would not submit to the operation. The practitioner said she would, and returned to her home that evening. I regained consciousness that night about midnight, perfectly well and without the slightest discomfort from the morphine. Instead of going to the operating table at ten o'clock in the morning I returned to my own dinner table, and that afternoon raked leaves in my yard. I have had no return of the trouble.
